So here is a picture of Patrick getting into the motor oil in the garage and rubbing it on his whole body.
Here is Patrick taking a bath in the kitchen sink. Most everything was in boxes at this point, fortunately we had not packed up the dish soap yet. Then the one towel left was used to dry him off and the the counter.
Evan helping and hindering the packing of the truck. Patrick and Evan loved the ramp a little too much. It would have been fine if we weren't tying to load it all up. But at least he looks cute here.
Patrick in the dirt, again!
Around seven o'clock the three kids were crying so much that I had to take them to where we were staying and put them to bed. But two hours later Trevor and Nate still weren't done so I woke up the kids and we drove over to finish helping the guys. So around midnight we were finially done and getting ready for bed. All in all the best part about that day is that it is OVER!! Well and I did get to make sometime for some cute pictures that one day I will laugh at...just give me some time.
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Glad to hear you are all still alive and laughing! I wishwe lived closer so I could help you when stuff like this comes up. Love You!
That's awesome your done moving, yes one day you can laugh at the pictures remembering what the boys were getting into.
Moving is never a laughing matter, even when you look back at it a long time from now. Believe me, I know -- I've moved 8 times in the last five years (embarrassing, I know). So, my friend, my advice to you is this: try and push this traumatic experience back into the deepest recesses of your brain, never to think about it again, for it will only give you sorrow. Getting in a car crash and being able to look back and laugh years later? Maybe. Laughing at something as traumatic as a move? Never.
p.s. I totally wish I was there to help -- my muscles could have helped you out a lot.
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